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Clara likes the color yellow, is allergic to cats, and has never had a serious relationship. She’s studying business in school, hoping to open a store for local artists when she graduates. When I tell her that it’s the same for me, she reacts in disbelief.
“No way,” she says, “I mean, look at you!” Clara grabs my upper arm to make a point, and since this is one of the rare times I’m only in a casual t-shirt, I’m able to flex a little bit, much to her joy.
“Thank you, sweetheart, for the compliment, but I don’t look like this to impress women. I’m strong because my job requires it of me.”
She sobers up somewhat at that thought. “Oh. That makes sense. But…what does that have to do with you not dating?”
I shrug, steering the boat into the private cove that has been my ultimate destination, just as afternoon bleeds into evening and the sun begins to hang low in the sky. “There’s this assumption that us Giordano men will marry women from other families in the Camorra to help keep the organization strong and connected. I took a few of them out, dated one woman for about a year, but nothing ever materialized after that. They were too much like me. Strong, sharp, focused, but there is no softness to them. They were hard. I’m already hard, and I want something–” I squeeze her thigh with my palm. “Soft.”
“Where are we?” She asks, taking a long drink of her champagne as she looks over the cove with its half-moon shaped white sand beach, line of dark evergreens, and the rocky shoreline extending out and making the place incredibly private.
“I used to come to this place when all I could afford was a shabby little sailboat. I was able to center myself when I was all alone out here, and it’s special to me.” I pause. “You’re the only other person in the world I’ve shown it to, Clara.”
She pivots in my lap, sitting her cup back in the holder as she does so. We’re face to face when she asks, her voice breathy, “Why me?”
“Because you’re special to me, too, Clara,”
I want to pound my chest and scream in triumph as she loops her arms around my neck and leans in to kiss me all on her own. I’m blindly able to hit the button to lower to anchor, and once that’s done, I give her every ounce of my attention. Clara’s kisses are hesitant at first, but once she learns that I’ll let her set the pace, she becomes bolder. I feel her clever tongue at the corner of my mouth, and I open for her, letting her taste me, just like I had tasted her so thoroughly last night. Her mouth tastes like sweet champagne, but it’s the small noises of pleasure she makes as we deepen the kiss that are better than any drug on earth. I know she can feel my erection from the way she’s grinding herself restlessly on my lap, but just like the coastline tour, there is no hurry. I want her to be comfortable with me, and my body, before I take her utterly and completely.
I didn’t get to see her breasts last evening, but her hard nipples are clear under the thin layers of her dress and bathing suit, and I can’t resist pulling the diaphanous garment over her head to have better access. The two piece bathing suit looks better on her than I could have imagined, but I don’t see the top for very long, pulling both triangles of fabric aside to get at her full, ripe tits. Clara has pink nipples, the same shade as her kiss-swollen lips, and she doesn’t resist at all as I lean her back in my embrace to give them just as much attention as I had her mouth. Sucking one peak into my mouth while I roll the other between my fingers, Clara’s moan tells me everything I need to know. I’m making her feel good, and she wants more.
With so little between us, it would only take a few brisk movements to have my cock out of my pants and her swimsuit pulled aside so I could sink deep into her, but that isn’t how I want our first time to be.
Clara is sucking in desperate breaths as I lick and nibble her nipples, but when I hold her hips and thrust hard up against her, she freezes. I raise my head, hypnotized by how stunning she looks with the color high in her face and her short blond hair windswept, her nipples still wet from my mouth.
“What’s wrong?” I manage to get out.
“It’s just… I just…” Clara looks away before her eyes flutter closed. She sucks in a deep breath, maybe for courage, and then tells me the most beautiful thing I’ve heard all night. “Cosimo, I’m a virgin.”
“I would have wanted you either way, sweetheart, but God do I love to hear that.” I thrust up against her again, savoring how she gasps when I do so. “I will make it good for you, Clara. Don’t worry.”
She swallows. “I guess that means you’ve made up your mind about whether we’re going to have sex or not?”
I dip my head down and swirl my tongue around both nipples again before capturing her mouth in a searing kiss. When I break the kiss, my voice is rough with desire. “Yes, Clara, I’m going to fuck you. Tonight.”
